PSL: Sentinel AU

[dann_0]

Danny is Steve's guide. He is still pretty new at it and working with a Sentinel who has some bad experiences. To top if off, while working a case in Portland he finds out that a guide can have more than one Sentinel who is their perfect match.

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[dann_0]

Danny nods and then steps out of the pants as fast as he can and makes his way over to the chair. He turns then, reaching out to pull Eliot close and kisses him firmly. "I love you." He whispers. And means it. He doesn't say those words unless he does.

Then he turns, bending as gracefully as he can over the chair for Eliot.

[a_very_distinctive]

Eliot stays right behind him, trailing his hand lightly along Danny's spine and ass, and when he reaches the chair and turns he steps easily into the kiss, licking deep into Danny's mouth with a heartfelt groan. Christ, Danny's standing here, stark naked and hard enough to pound nails on the beach in the moonlight, for him, wanting him, and when he says those words... well, it's all Eliot can do to let him actually turn away. Because he can tell, with every hyper-focused sense, with the odd tug in his chest that he knows is a bond trying to form, that Danny means those three words absolutely.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he murmurs, and there's an ache in his voice as he says it, because he still can't really believe this will last, not in the long term. But whatever hellish slide into insanity he takes when it's over will be absolutely worth it for moments like this. Bending over Danny's back, feeling the warmth of him against his skin, pressing his lips to wing of his shoulder blade as he pushes his own jeans out of the way and uses the last of the lube packet to slip himself up. "Love you so fuckin' much," he repeats as he lines himself up and starts to push in.

[dann_0]

Danny takes a breath as he can feel Eliot's lips on his shoulders and the pants sliding out of the way. He rolls his hips, trying to urge Eliot on, more, harder, faster, fuck he needs him. He keeps on of the chair with one hand while the other grabs hold of Eliot's shoulder as best he can and holds him there. "Fuck yes.."

He pushes back, unable to wait longer. He needs this. He can feel the tug as well, but unlike Eliot, he has no idea what it is and right now he can't think about it. The feeling of Eliot in him, skin against skin, his breaths and words is all he can think about, lost completely in the moment.

[a_very_distinctive]

Eliot wraps his other arm around Danny's waist, pulling him tight against him as he slides steadily, solidly in. He groans under his breath and his teeth scrape along Danny's shoulderblade as he bottoms out, feeling so much like he's come home that he almost sobs with it. It would be so easy, so damn easy, to just let the bond slide into place, but that's not something he'll consider, no matter how desperately he wants it, how he wants to bind Danny to him permanently and inextricably. So he pushes the thought away and focuses on how hot and tight and perfect Danny is around his cock, under his lips and hands. On the sweet clench of him as Eliot works up to an almost punishing rhythm, and then shifts his angle to make absolutely sure he's nailing his prostate on every stroke.

He needs this to be good, needs it to be perfect, but even more he desperately needs it to be fast, because he knows there's only so long he's going to be able to keep himself under control. "Wanna hear you, sweetheart," he rasps against Danny's skin. "Wanna hear how much you love me fuckin' you."

[dann_0]

Danny has been biting his lip to keep quiet, and even with that little moans and needy whimpers escape him. The punishing rhythm is just what he needs and he moves with it as much as he can under Eliot's hands. He is already trembling, feeling like he is on the edge. He has more stamina than this, he knows he does, but Eliot just manages to hit all the spots to drive him to the orgasm fast. Everything from the way his low rasp sends shivers down Danny's spine to the way he hits his prostate again and again.

"Fuck Eliot... Fuck I love this. I love feeling you inside me, your teeth on my skin, your arms around me. I feel safe and whole and home." His voice is barely more than a whisper. "I love it when you fuck me hard like this."